Kitchen explorer

I recently took down the baby gate from the entrance to the kitchen. Dad and I had a long talk about how gating off the area where things are heated/boiled/dripping/dirty would probably be wise for our baby's health. However, Dad isn't usually awake in the morning when I'm trying to get breakfast ready for Isaac, cat-brother, and myself -- this task obviously requires several hands and with our gated-off setup, Isaac would only hang on the gate with miserable whining because I was ignoring him. As an aside, we also gated off our dining room, which is before the entrance to the stairs. If you ever feel that your abs aren't quite up to snuff, I highly suggest putting up two baby gates right next to each other, especially if you must often carry your baby over them. I woke up one morning a few weeks ago with my stomach in splitting pain -- I thought I had the flu or something until I completed a circuit over the "hurdles" carrying Isaac and realized that those were *muscles*. So I guess I have those back now, those tummy muscles.

But I digress. Kitchen-gate is down; baby is free to roam in this new baby play-land. He mostly uses this as an opportunity to practice his ability to open things, like cabinets and drawers:




Much fun was had by Isaac dragging out every. single. pot and pan in that cabinet, which was not as hands-off as I had thought since there are two shelves and some heavy stuff in there. But with vigilant mommy supervision, our little Entropy-Bringer helped introduce more disorder into the universe.